Winter has finally made her presence felt.
Our walks are shorter,
Kitten and I hurry indoors,
And look at her through our window.
The evening light too, runs home
to her fireplace.
But who will take home
this one sentinel I see
standing strong, braving the winds,
with no warm soup.
Yes I know, I told her, your tree is alive.
Now, go home, be warm.
She smiled, fluttered and said,
I am home, love,
I am home.
~this was written by my friend Nikki
Check out more of her wonderful poetry on her Zaadz blog
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